I collect cultural relics in the human world

When Xiaojiu rushed into the ancient temple, He Si and the others had not arrived yet, so he did not delay, and lightly pecked Jun Jiuzi's short hair hanging by his ears with his pointed mouth.

The halo disappeared from between Xiao Jiuzi's beaks, and Jun Jiuzi's stiff hair started to flutter. Then she rolled her eyes and subconsciously turned her strangled neck.

Unlike Fan Yu, Jun Jiuzi's brain was awakened first. When she saw the people around her turned into stone sculptures, she realized that her torso was also stiff. Only Xiao Jiuzi was still moving, and she fell into panic for a moment. middle.

Fortunately, the light traveled very quickly, and the warmth flowed to all the limbs. When Jun Jiuzi's fingertips regained consciousness, He Si and the others happened to be walking from the gate of the ancient temple. She heard a noise behind her and turned around immediately. What she saw were three people looking at her side by side. One was smiling maliciously, one was smiling shyly, and the third was expressionless. That scene, with its strangeness and warmth, dispelled all the panic in her heart.

"Are we entering the game again?" Jun Jiuzi looked at the obviously abnormal scene and immediately adapted to the status quo.

"Yes, I'll wait for you. Let's not say hello for now. Let's talk as we walk." Fan Yu said and led the way. As he walked, he simplified the complicated matters of the agency and told Jun Jiuzi everything.

"So, all I need to do is stand on this round stone?" Jun Jiuzi listened to her task arrangement with some disappointment.

"Yes, Professor Jun's basic role in this trip is to be a tool man. It would have been OK to move a stone out of it, but it was too heavy, so I simply solved a puzzle and rescued you."

Fan Yu was not serious as usual, but Qin Jian added: "Everything is just speculation. No one knows what will happen when we all step on the rocks. There are many changes in the game and there are many crises. Professor Jun is asked to adapt accordingly." .”

"You're welcome, I'm the one dragging everyone down." Jun Jiuzi nodded immediately and stood on the stone as instructed. Although he was uneasy, he still pretended to be calm and watched the three people who had just appeared gradually go away.

"I'll just stand here." During the conversation, Fan Yu had already arrived in front of the second stone. He turned around and waved to Jun Jiuzi to indicate that it was safe and then said, "Uncle Qin is definitely going to break up. I'm too lazy to leave anymore. You two just got stuck together for a while, so leave me here so that if anything happens, I can still protect Professor Jun."

"That's fine." Qin Jian agreed immediately without arguing with him, took He Si's hand and continued walking forward, and soon reached the third stone.

"Wait for me here."

Qin Jian saw that He Si was standing safely on the rocks, and then turned around and left. He Si's uneasy voice came from behind: "Qin Jian, there are traps on the east and south sides of where we just passed, and only the west side has no traps." I’m afraid it won’t be easy to walk through.”

"Wait for me here." Qin Jian still said these four words and continued walking towards the northwest corner of the ancient temple without stopping.

He Si was not worried. Qin Jian had only walked a third of the way when something suddenly grew on the flat sand. If he looked closely, it turned out to be a human-shaped black shadow flying towards Qin Jian.

"Sand man?" He Si remembered Qin Jian's words. Her feet did not move, but the threads on her fingertips had already reached the battlefield.

The sharp silk thread passed through the waist of the attacking sand man, but nothing happened. The silk thread entered from the waist and passed out from the waist. The monsters seemed not to feel the sharp blade piercing their bodies, and their steps did not stop. The offensive continued as before.

"Oops." He Si realized her powerlessness. The sand figures in front of her were not stones or wood. They came from the fine sand under their feet. They were endless and unconscious. There were countless numbers in their bodies made of fine powder. The gaps and threads, no matter how sharp they are, can cut the gravel that makes up their bodies in half, they will not pose any threat to these monsters.

There is also fire, He Si thought. The first time she met Qin Jian in a dream, she was shocked by the fire in front of him that was so huge that it almost annihilated everything. But what use was fire to sand? She had only heard of using sand to extinguish fire, but never heard of it. Excessive fire can burn the sand to ashes. Perhaps Qin Jian's fire is even more unique. He Si was thinking wildly, and she could only stand at a distance, watching worriedly as Qin Jian, who was injured, walked towards the enemy's offensive.

Maybe there was still wind. He Si had an idea. They had just used the sand and dust raised by the wind to see clearly the true form of the maze. What if there was also a hurricane at this time? Xiaojiu could do it, but He Si didn't dare to try. The wind can blow away the sand people, but she is not sure whether the blown gravel will lose its combat effectiveness or turn into more monsters that are more difficult to avoid in the wind - after all, this desert is the home of the sand people, and they Coming from the sand, there are still shapes that can be distinguished. If it is scattered in the sand...

He Si's hair stood up, and a creepy feeling slowly moved through her body like a snake - what if there were more real monsters than the ones she could see in front of her? She recalled that in the endless darkness of the endless desert, there might be sandmen lurking everywhere who had not yet launched an attack.

Qin Jian...

When He Si called out this name in her heart, Qin Jian, who was about to reach the enemy, held up an umbrella and strolled around the courtyard, with white catkins floating all over the sky.

what is that? The catkins fell on her hair, crystal clear and icy cold. He Si used the bloody moonlight to realize that it was not catkins, but snow.

Qin Jian was still walking leisurely, holding an umbrella in his left hand and hanging his right hand casually by his side. His posture was tall and straight, and he walked calmly. However, the originally dark and gold-lined umbrella surface had turned into a white sheet, hiding the man in black under the umbrella. It reflects the antique charm and has a long meaning. Only then did He Si realize that Qin Jian was still holding a fan in his right hand. The fan they made together under the eaves the night before yesterday was the fan that shielded her from the scorching sun this morning. The snow in the sky was not from The sky falls, but comes from the blue and white patterns on the fan.

The snow on the mountain is flying like broken jade, and the cold forest reflects the snow into a picture.There are no traces on the deep paths, except for the gentle breeze passing through the bamboo hut.

The snow is thin and dense, easily burrowing into the sandman's body, soaking everything, turning it into water, and then freezing into ice. The monsters that were originally agile and clawed became more and more sluggish. The sand lost the gaps for flow, and their claws were frozen by the ice and snow. They were forced to stop attacking, and like the stone statues in the temple, they turned into ice sculptures that could not move.

The sea of ​​​​sand, where unknown dangers lurked beneath our feet, was also frozen at this moment, and the white snow covered everything ugly, leaving only a fairy tale wrapped in silver. Qin Jian held an umbrella and walked slowly through the ice sculptures, reaching the last stone plate effortlessly.

"We're here." Qin Jian turned around, looked at He Si, and slowly put away his umbrella. The snowflakes that had not yet stopped also fell on the black hair on his forehead. For some reason, He Si suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

Since we have been exposed to the snow together today, we will also grow old together in this life.

Sad, but also affectionate, He Si knew that it was not the voice in her memory, but it still stirred her mood.

Why? A severe migraine suddenly struck, pulling He Si away from the ancient temple in the desert. She saw the girl who once appeared in her left eye again, the girl who looked the same as her. Only this time, the girl is not dressed in ancient times. She is dressed in a cheongsam full of the style of the Republic of China, which makes her figure look exquisite. Standing next to her is still a man with the appearance of Song Zhaoxuan, a tall and neat military uniform wrapping his lean body. Body, under the snowflakes in the sky, the two hugged each other and said goodbye, crying silently.

Now that we have been exposed to the snow together, we can also live together in this life... No, He Si thought quickly in the midst of a severe headache. There was something fleeting but ready to come out. She had ignored it last time, and she must not do it this time. Missed it, but what is it? He Si tried her best to stare at the picture in front of her with her eyes wide open, and suddenly realized that she had missed something that appeared earlier, something that appeared in her mind before the picture - a voice, this voice, this was clearly Qin Jian's voice .

Why does a man with Song Zhaoxuan's face speak in Qin Jian's voice?
  The picture faded and the pain dissipated. In a daze, He Si saw Qin Jian stepping on the final mechanism. As initially expected, the trap was triggered. The halo of light spread out at the feet of the four people at the same time, surrounding the entire ancient temple. The walls made of huge stones became transparent in the light, as if they were surrounded by glass. The glass soon melted in the light, and the entire stone temple disappeared. Almost at the same time, He Si saw Fan Yu who was full of interest, Jun Jiuzi who was full of surprises, and Qin Jian who was still expressionless.

The light originally emitted from the village log soared into the sky, like an aurora rushing towards the sky. It happened to shine on the red moon, and actually turned the red moon's light into silvery white. The earth faded away its blood color, and the stone statues became loose. The ominous night has finally passed.

He Si breathed a sigh of relief and stepped off the stone slab towards the village chronicle. Unexpectedly, the mountain shook for an instant. The villagers who had not yet recovered fell to the ground. The village chronicle in the hands of the village chief also fell and was thrown to the ground. In the dust.

No, the dream is about to collapse.

Realizing this, she did not retreat. Instead, she quickened her pace again and ran towards her destination. The three people standing in other corners also reacted. Like her, everyone was sprinting towards Murashi at the same time.

But the dream shook even more violently. The gravel was thrown up and down, and the whole world began to tilt. Fan Yu was trapped trying to protect the stone statue that fell on the ground. Jun Jiuzi inevitably fell to the ground. Qin Jian lowered his center of gravity and returned. While trying hard, Cun Zhi followed the tilt and tried to pass in front of He Si.

He Si didn't hesitate. She jumped forward and fell to her knees. Regardless of the scratches on her hands, she quickly brushed away the surrounding sand, took the village chronicle into her hands, and turned to the first page.

There are no words, but pictures floating on the page, as if a cartoon is running forward frame by frame. He Si saw the sand spring, the sand spring that has existed since ancient times, the sand spring that slowly dried up in the wind and sun, and then the villagers appeared. They knelt on the ground, and an animal that she had never thought of was lying on the ground. The dry land appeared, and the spring water gradually gushes out, gradually covering the four hooves of the little beast, floating on its round belly, coming to its mouth, and finally covering the very symbolic horn on its nose - —Has two horns.

"rhino?"

He seemed unable to believe her eyes. She wanted to take a closer look, but as the words came out, the village journal quickly turned yellow, the patterns turned into words, and the paper turned into dust in her hands.

"What is it?"

Her absent eyes refocused, and He Si saw Lao Chaofeng's worried expression, holding her hand tightly and kneeling on one knee in front of her. Around her, the four stone walls remained the same, and the people who had turned into stone statues had all returned to their original appearance. Or maybe in this plane, some of what she had experienced had never happened, so there was no way to recover. However, everyone was in chaos, sitting or standing, dizzy, and not knowing where they were.

"What did you see?" Xu Shihe Si looked bad, so Lao Chaofeng asked again.

"We are so different." He Si woke up from a dream and muttered those four words. Those were the last four words He Si saw before the dream ended.

"How different is it?"

"There are animals, not cattle and sheep..."

"Is it really an elephant?" Fan Yu also rushed to He Si who fell to the ground. He remembered the information Liu Rui had found before and asked quickly.

"No," He Si was the only one who saw the village chronicle. She obviously saw it, but she was more confused than anyone else. She replied uncertainly, "It's a rhinoceros."

"rhino?"

The other three people who played the game together sighed in unison, and at this moment, Uncle Zhao finally woke up. Or perhaps, he woke up from the dust, but he was completely confused. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The wooden box could barely be opened, and the village chronicle was still in his hand. The stone walls, wooden signs, and even the dust in the temple had not changed, but he intuitively felt that great changes had taken place in the world. The dizziness lasted for a long time, and his memory stayed at the moment when He Si walked towards him and he opened the wooden box. But at this moment, He Si fell to the ground. Qin Jian, Fan Yu and Jun Jiuzi, who were standing far away, all knelt in front of her. These four people were also wrapped in confusion, but they were different from other surrounding villagers. It was held together by a force he had never seen before.

He could only ask in vain: "What's going on? What just happened? Why did you fall?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Li Chong raised his hand and looked at his fingers, "Why are my hands so numb?"

Zhu Bin also rubbed his head and asked, "Do you have a headache? Why are you suddenly spinning?"

Before anyone could answer, Xiao Wuzi wiped his cheek and suddenly screamed: "Blood, why is there so much blood, my head... what's wrong with my head, is my head broken?"

"With the blood of the delusional, we comfort the spirits of our ancestors." In the chaos, the old and deep voice of Lao Chaofeng came. The voice not only reached everyone's ears, but directly penetrated into their hearts. The panicked crowd Gradually it calmed down.

"Old sir, what do you mean by this?" Uncle Zhao closed the box containing the village history for a long time before asking tremblingly.

"Isn't this what you said in the village chronicle? Why did Uncle Zhao ask me the other way around?"

"This? This is it!" Uncle Zhao's expression was confused at first, and then became certain and angry, "It's you! It's really you!"

Li Chong also understood at this moment. Regardless of the blood on Xiao Wuzi's face, he grabbed him and shouted: "What else do you have to say? Now that all the ancestors in this ancestral temple have identified you, you are a delusional person!"

"How is it possible...how is it possible..." Xiao Wuzi was obviously frightened and did not dare to resist. He just repeated these four words.

"Go away, don't come back again," Li Chong said, pushing Xiao Wuzi away, and pointing at Representative Wu, he said, "Go away too, and you are never allowed to come to our village again, and you are never allowed to mention anything about you again." Dirty plan!"

"Wait a minute," Zhu Bin, who had been rubbing his head, stood up when the villagers glared at Xiao Wuzi, "I'm afraid we have to see the spring water before making a final conclusion."